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People over 30 should be dead. Here’s why …

According to today’s regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were
kids in the 40’s, 50’s, 60’s, or even maybe the early 70’s probably
shouldn’t have survived.

Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles
, doors or cabinets, …
and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets.
(Not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking.)

As children, we would ride in cars with no seatbelts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special
treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.

Horrors!

We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in
it,
but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing.

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one
actually died from this.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode
down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes…

After running into the bushes a few times , we learned to solve the
problem.

We would leave home in the morning and play all day , as long as we were
back when the street lights came on .

No one was able to reach us all day.

NO CELL PHONES!!!

Unthinkable!

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, no video games at
all, no 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound,
personal cell phones, personal computers , or Internet chat rooms .

We had friends! We went outside and found
them. We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball would really hurt

We fell out of trees , got cut and broke bones and
teeth
, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
They were accidents. No one was to blame but us.
Remember accidents?

We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned
to get over it.

We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and
ate worms , and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out
very many eyes , nor did the worms live inside us forever.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s home and knocked on the door , or
rang the bell or just walked in and talked to them.

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who
didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment.

Some students weren’t as smart as others, so they failed a grade and
were held back to repeat the same grade.

Horrors!
Tests were not adjusted for any reason. Our actions were our own.
Consequences were expected . The idea of a parent bailing us out if we
broke a law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law. Imagine
that!

This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem
solvers and inventors, ever.

The past 50 years have been an explosion of
innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how
to deal with it all. And you’re one of them! Congratulations!

Please pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow up as kids,
before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good !!!

People under 30 are WIMPS

:frowning:

haha… half that shit is true for me as a kid… and i’m young!!!

for real…i did all of that stuff too…and im only 19…id love ridding in the back of my dads pick up…or ridding my bike everywhere…its just that most ppl choose to live there lives diff. now adays

I remember my TONKA trucks were metal, Now there Plastic :rolleyes:

tonka truck + big slid + kid at bottom = Damage :rofl:

nope - they are back to metal again, I just bought my youngest a big ass dump truck that is metal. my oldest already has the marks on his shins to prove it. :smiley:

:cool: :blue:

AND YOU 30+ YEAR OLDS ARE SITTING THERE STAGNATE AT YOUR JOBS AND HOLDING UP MY PROGRESS

SO EAT SHIT YOU OLD FUCKS!!!

/lc

my grandfather drank from lead pipes, worked in a steel mill, probably was around some asbestos and people think he’s young enough to be my dad and he’s 80. Don’t believe the experts.

There is a place is hazelwood that makes asbestos brake pads, you go there and theres a cloud of asbestos. same guy has been there for decades. My dad figured out that a six pack a day has kept this man alive all these years. so the antidote for asbestos is beer.

abestos have been removed from brakepads.

this guy still makes em. Anyway, He always has piles of metal shavings and such. Every year a few people come down to his place and take about a coffe can full and take it back and mix it with the dirt in their garden. The same people always come back and bring him massive tomatoes.

my firm does asbestos litigation… lots of people died / sick from that shit.

kids used to play baseball with a real baseball. my little cousin plays soccer and they don’t keep score. kids used to build tree houses with rusty nails now their parents buy them plastic store bought units. kids used to fight, now kids kill. old cartoons > new cartoons. kids used to get a “licken” now they get “timeout”.

people also choke on nerf balls and die.

i did most of that stuff and i’m only 23.

i still remember when i was like 8 me and my friend used to make his whole dirt hillside into a constuction site for all our tonka’s hehe , it was always alot of fun…wait that was just last week :bigthumb: :rofl: :kekegay:

i am 23 and i agree with that completely. i have a nephew and niece that we had to teach to play outside cause they just didn’t know what to do… now they are losing weight, tired every night cause they played all day, actually got rid of that pasty complexion, and having fun.

we were talking about this the other night. in the summer i would leave the house early in the morning, i would only return if i needed money or it was time for dinner. shit i never ate lunch that would have messed up the game or trouble i was getting into. i learned the hard way that branches are not as sturday as they look, i got the scars to proove all the fun i had when i was little!

i just know when i have kids, they will not fall into the laziness society has grown into

werd.

I can remember climbing about 75 feet up into the maple tree in front of house when I was like 8. To fall would have been a horridly painful if not deadly experience, but the rents didnt give a fuck. There was never a time when I didnt have at least 3 scabs to pick at. Those were the days… Now i sit on my fat ass and post on the internet with all you faggots. WOO HOO!..

:zzz:

don’t forget

jerking off went high tech :rofl:

i remember being 12 and wackin it to my pop’s Penthouse Letters.

Barely had any pics at all. :ugh:

:rofl: i remember those